Open Poetry #12 |
Loon Lake |
Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Last night I heard you call to me and so I went outside to see If yard light would extend so far out on the water, where you are, that I could see you as you dive and bring your dinner up alive. You favor fish right from the deep of this far lake, where legends sleep. You were beyond the ring of light, but sent your wild call on the night and I could see you in my mind. There is a quality I find within your song, that speaks to me of wilderness and ferity. I've seen you in the early day, as you are floating on the bay. So handsome and your black and white plumage is such a striking sight. I know dark feathers that you wear mean breeding season must be near and I will watch to see your young, when their seasonal song is sung. By autumn you will be dull gray and then it's time to fly away to winter in a warmer clime. Before you leave, please take the time to serenade and let me know. I always miss you when you go! Betty Lou Hebert [This message has been edited by Trillium (edited 03-20-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Lovely. You bring the scene alive. Very nice poem. Love, Joyce |
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